When You Were Young
Tommaso can you please give me a call
It's after two, you know
Tommaso gimme a call
I'm not going to bed until you call me
Mom and dad made you a rolling stone
They just want you to pick up your phone
And call them for once, call them
Maso when you comin' back home?
My son please know you're never alone
With us here, with us here
Three in the morning waiting on the couch
Don't even know what to worry all about
But their baby boy, baby boy
Oh I miss, when you were young
Oh how, you grew up
We had four kids who we love a lot
And all of them are right around the block
Except you, except you
We accept you, yeah no matter what
But we hate that you been smoking pot
Yeah we hate it, oh we hate it
Mom and dad got married in the 80s
Dedicated their lives to having babies
And raising them right
Now they keeping them up at night
Oh I miss, when you were young
Oh how, you grew up
We'll be missing seeing you at dinner
Hoping you ain't hangin' out with sinners
Anymore, anymore
Call your grandma sometimes
Call your grandma, call your brother too
Oh please do
We're hoping to see you for the holidays
Not only when we'll be lyin' in our graves
When we're gone, oh now that you're gone
Oh I miss, when you were young
Oh how, you grew up
It's after two, you know
Tommaso gimme a call
I'm not going to bed until you call me
Mom and dad made you a rolling stone
They just want you to pick up your phone
And call them for once, call them
Maso when you comin' back home?
My son please know you're never alone
With us here, with us here
Three in the morning waiting on the couch
Don't even know what to worry all about
But their baby boy, baby boy
Oh I miss, when you were young
Oh how, you grew up
We had four kids who we love a lot
And all of them are right around the block
Except you, except you
We accept you, yeah no matter what
But we hate that you been smoking pot
Yeah we hate it, oh we hate it
Mom and dad got married in the 80s
Dedicated their lives to having babies
And raising them right
Now they keeping them up at night
Oh I miss, when you were young
Oh how, you grew up
We'll be missing seeing you at dinner
Hoping you ain't hangin' out with sinners
Anymore, anymore
Call your grandma sometimes
Call your grandma, call your brother too
Oh please do
We're hoping to see you for the holidays
Not only when we'll be lyin' in our graves
When we're gone, oh now that you're gone
Oh I miss, when you were young
Oh how, you grew up
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Writer(s): Tommaso Di Blasi
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